The crisp, cold morning air.
The mighty sun peeking over the newly budding trees.
Dew evaporating into the morning sky.
All the birds singing their own lovely song.
Earthworms creeping across wet sidewalks.
Flowers blooming to catch the sun rays from above
Listening to the steady flow of a creek
Soaking up all the natural beauty around me.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
The crisp, cold morning air.
The mighty sun peeking over the newly budding trees.
Dew evaporating into the morning sky.
All the birds singing their own lovely song.
Earthworms creeping across wet sidewalks.
Flowers blooming to catch the sun rays from above
Listening to the steady flow of a creek
Soaking up all the natural beauty around me.
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